Saints With No Halos (REMIX) ft. Level 13, Kahlee & DJ Kitsos Lyrics

We bar the heaviest deadly Marcus Aurelius

Con artist miscellaneous rappers and alias

Maneuvering through your radius aiming it simultaneously

Stray shots is firing hatting since when I came in it

From the apocalypse out the abyss I still exist thru silly shit

Like actor rappers, puppeteers, ventriloquists

Delivering oxygen like propellers on helicopter spin

Toxic acapellas word murder popular operatives

Like I'm supposed to do serving them with a word or two

No longer pissing vertical really nobody heard of you

Mic is just my silencer enemy's now admirers

Penning liquid fire for street writers and rioters

Through the years I spoke a lot of dope

Broken obstacles shine kaleidoscopes

Opening closing doors when not a lotta hope

Wrote for not a lotta folks, saints but we not the Pope

Exit through the fog like silhouettes thru the cigar smoke

It's that coke taped in a brick, Level 13's the chef

Reaching through the speaker mesh and vibrating in your chest

Took the eight oh five, five, one oh one to the eight oh five live

Mic Bless, bless the mic, I leave the stage baptized

I'll short circuit the electric chair

The crowds got they hands high like they reaching for some Tupperware

They jaws dropping how he slick talkin

I'll melt a mic cord soldering iron Christopher Walken

The ill ability to piece together puzzles with the verbiage

Alphabetic acrobatic, high flying circus

Spiting daggers at a spinning target

Apples off of heads blindfolded on the surface

Calm collected confidence

I walk in the spot and lights flicker

Parade floats throwing confetti glitter

Helio Bray the way I paint a picture

They whispering is he a saint or sinner

I'm back from hunting dinner

The fire's on I been letting it simmer